Page 178 of The Demon's Spell

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, I will marry you!”

I tossed the puzzle box aside and threw my arms around him. My lips connected with his in a passionate kiss, and the ground fell out from beneath us. It felt as if a spell had swept us upward, spinning us toward the stars.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said passionately. Lucas drew away from me, and my heart settled again, like I’d been placed upon a cloud. His arms wrapped around me, and he lifted me back onto the bed. He set me down gently, trailing kissed down my neck. I was so entranced by his touch that I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

We were engaged. Engaged! I couldn’t believe it.

“Do you want to wear it?” he asked.

My eyes sprang open to see him holding the ring above me. “Yes!” I cried, giving him my left hand. Lucas slipped the ring on my finger, sealing our promise to one another. I held the ring up to admire it. It was so beautiful, so perfect. I melted into the bed as complete bliss overcame me.

He kissed my neck again, then whispered, “You look surprised.”

“I am,” I said. “I had no idea you were even thinking about proposing.”

“Really?” he asked, sounding shocked. “So I surprised you?”

“A hundred percent.”

“Surprises are good, then?” he teased.

I smirked. “This surprise was the best one yet.”

He pressed his nose into my hair. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.”

“You don’t want to surprise me?” I teased.

He ran his fingers up my shirt, making my heart hammer. “I like it when you take the lead. It turns me on. It pleases me to see you get everything you desire.”

“Lucas, you just proposed. As long as I have you, I have everything I desire.”

He smiled playfully as he slipped his fingers down my pants. My breath quivered, and I involuntarily lifted my hips toward him.

“Not everything,” he whispered. “I can feel you want more.”

Fuck, he was right.

“What are you going to do about it?” I begged breathlessly.

“You're not the one asking the questions, dear,” he whispered. “How would you like me to pleasure you?”

Oh, fuck. If I thought he was the man of my dreams when he put that ring on my finger, he was something otherworldly now.

“I want you to make love to me,” I whispered.

Lucas was gentle with me in every sense of the word. He carefully took off my shoes and knee brace and set them aside. Then in a sensual motion, he pulled my pants down my legs and tossed my panties aside. Starting at my ankles, he trailed kisses up my body, teasing me with his hot breath as it warmed my skin. His kiss lingered at my knee.

I lifted my head off the bed to look at him. “What are you doing?”

He dropped his gaze. “Your bruises make me sad.”

“I don’t want you to be sad,” I whispered. “If it helps, your kisses make me feel better.”

He pressed his lips against my skin again, then continued upward, pushing the fabric of my shirt away so he could kiss my belly. He moved higher, until he stripped my shirt off completely. I closed my eyes and soaked in every blissful moment, every touch of his warm lips on my skin. He hugged me close to him, then undid the clasp on my bra in one motion. I shivered as cool air rushed across my exposed skin.

He drew away. “Are you cold?”

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